Lena pulled one out and went after the girl. When she got to the kitchen she held it out to her, it was wrapped in some weird case that looked like it was covered in paracord or something. “Here. Those knives aren’t worth a damn. All they’re good for is cutting up soft meat, and whatever’s up there isn’t soft.” The knife she handed Jane was broad and had a false edge for for stabbing things. She hoped it didn’t need to be used, but it never hurts.

“It’s alright. I have more. And I know how to make more.”